Infinite Mana In The Apocalypse novel Chapter 4091

Chapter 4091: The Illusion of Control! II

Her voice grew stronger, more certain.

"Scheme to steal mere drops of blood. Sacrifice what others would never risk. Do anything...everything, that must be done. Because I know what I am...someone who has to climb mountains that others are born atop."

She approached the corpse, her hand reaching toward the illusory heart.

"If I want to ascend higher, I have to give. Not take, not steal, not trick...I need to give." Her expression hardened with resolution that transcended determination. "Others speak of Everything as philosophy. Schrodinger discusses it like poetry. But I...understand it as currency."

She placed both hands on the obsidian heart, feeling its hungry pulse.

"O Corpse of an Early Creature, I give you... Half of my Everything. My life, my death, my very existence and all else...you can have Half of my Everything. Just give me power!"

HUUM!

Initially, there was only silence.

This was a corpse, not an Inevitability. It shouldn’t respond, couldn’t respond, had no mechanism for response.

And yet...

BOOM!

Obsidian light erupted with violence that suggested something fundamental had heard and accepted.

Diviticus gasped as she felt it...Half of her Everything being pulled out with the inexorable force of gravity claiming what was owed.

The sensation exceeded pain to become absence, like having half of every memory, every thought, every possibility torn away and fed into the illusory heart!

A pillar of obsidian light engulfed both her and the corpse, reality struggling to contain transformation this profound! Power flooded into her...not her own but borrowed, stolen, earned through sacrifice. It exceeded what ordinary Dukes commanded!

"Even though I lack their talent," she proclaimed, her voice ringing with power that made the mirrors tremble, "with sheer grit and effort, I will stand at the top! Not through gifts or inheritance, but through willing to pay prices others won’t even consider! I will..."

Behind her, unnoticed in her moment of triumph, the corpse moved.

Not much...just its head turning slightly, eyes opening to reveal orbs that contained depths of awareness that death should have erased.

Within those eyes lurked cognizance that transcended simple awakening.

A Will that had been sleeping, waiting, watching, began to stir.

The corpse gazed at Diviticus with something that might have been interest, might have been hunger, might have been amusement at her assumption that she was the one in control.

She had given Half of her Everything to awaken it further. But perhaps...just perhaps, it had already been awake, waiting for someone desperate enough to make such an offering.

Waiting for someone who would mistake their sacrifice for control, their payment for power.

The mirrors reflected thousands of possibilities, but none of them showed Diviticus noticing those open eyes.

None of them showed her realizing that perhaps she hadn’t awakened something, but merely fed it.

None of them revealed whether she was exhibiting genuine control, or the most dangerous illusion of all...the belief that corpses stayed dead simply because they appeared to be.

This...was a grand illusion of control!

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